In the oppressive heat that assaults the senses, countless gem crystals piled almost into mountains refract a vibrant array of colors, with every facet reflecting that enormous figure.
Right beneath the dazzling firelight, numerous writhing silhouettes entwine behind the curtains, with scalding acid constantly dripping from the edges of the golden bed, sizzling.
After the noisy screeches and moans come to an end, a bloated, obese figure emerges from behind the tattered curtains, casually wiping the sweat from his body.
He looks down towards the steps.
He Di lowers his eyes, calmly awaiting a response.
"You're talking about... Huai Shi? Never heard of such a guy."
Zim, the Owner of the Great Mob ruling over the Thunderclap White Plains, pinched his chin, contemplating the news brought by the Clown: "Forget it, doesn't matter. Since you said to be concerned, I'll monitor it for you."
"Much appreciated."
He Di bowed his head in gratitude.
